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sweetpinkpixie · 05-02-2026, 07:37 AM

Nyle's smile lingered as she spoke, quiet but present, her certainty settling somewhere deep in him... like a seed pressed gently into soil. He didn't quite know what to do with it yet, only that it was there.

"Perfect in its own way," he echoed, softer this time, as if the words might bruise if handled too roughly. Perfect still snagged somewhere in his chest, catching on doubt, tightening just enough to make him aware of his own breathing.

At her thanks, his expression shifted, color rising faintly along his ears. He ducked his head a fraction, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, fingers briefly tangling in his hair.

"You... don't make it particularly difficult," he admitted, a uneven huff of breath following, almost a laugh but not quite.

His long frame shifted where he sat, knees drawing in a little as if he could fold himself smaller, less conspicuous beside her. His gaze dipped then, catching on what remained of her ice cream, and something in his expression flickered — a recognition arriving a beat late.

"I — ah. I never actually got one," he noted, his mouth twitching sheepishly. "Which feels a bit rude, in hindsight. Given the setting."

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though he glanced away again, briefly toward the shop, then back to her—like a plant turning, uncertain, between two sources of light.

"Suppose I was… preoccupied."

He shifted, bracing his hands against the table before pushing himself up, unfolding in stages — too many joints, too much height, never quite graceful no matter how careful he tried to be.

"I should… go queue for some ice cream," he nodded, eyes softening as they returned to her. "But I'll see you soon. Because of the sunflowers."

That earned a warmer smile before he turned and made his way toward the shop, one hand brushing absently at his ear, as if the lingering heat there might fade with a bit of distance… or, hopefully, once he was eating something cold.

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,429 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Nyle's smile lingered as she spoke, quiet but present, her certainty settling somewhere deep in him... like a seed pressed gently into soil. He didn't quite know what to do with it yet, only that it was there. "Perfect in its own way," he echoed, softer this time, as if the words might bruise if handled too roughly. Perfect still snagged somewhere in his chest, catching on doubt, tightening just enough to make him aware of his own breathing. At her thanks, his expression shifted, color rising faintly along his ears. He ducked his head a fraction, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, fingers briefly tangling in his hair. "You... don't make it particularly difficult," he admitted, a uneven huff of breath following, almost a laugh but not quite. His long frame shifted where he sat, knees drawing in a little as if he could fold himself smaller, less conspicuous beside her. His gaze dipped then, catching on what remained of her ice cream, and something in his expression flickered — a recognition arriving a beat late. "I — ah. I never actually got one," he noted, his mouth twitching sheepishly. "Which feels a bit rude, in hindsight. Given the setting." A faint smile tugged at his lips, though he glanced away again, briefly toward the shop, then back to her—like a plant turning, uncertain, between two sources of light. "Suppose I was… preoccupied." He shifted, bracing his hands against the table before pushing himself up, unfolding in stages — too many joints, too much height, never quite graceful no matter how careful he tried to be. "I should… go queue for some ice cream," he nodded, eyes softening as they returned to her. "But I'll see you soon. Because of the sunflowers." That earned a warmer smile before he turned and made his way toward the shop, one hand brushing absently at his ear, as if the lingering heat there might fade with a bit of distance… or, hopefully, once he was eating something cold. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like